Mickey bit his lip. Whenever Leon spoke about what he had with Mickey, he could never pinpoint exactly what it was that Andrei and Leon were or weren't. They weren't lovers? They weren't friends? Why was it that hard for Leon to figure out where they stood?
But then Leon looked at him like that, and Mickey's resolve to say something severe about it melted. Because for Leon, Mickey did these same things. And if the ifrit had permission to roam, so should Leon. "I know," Mickey said, smiling faintly. "Sorry. I know." He kissed Leon's cheek, quickly. "I'm just going to miss you."